Sporting a rhinestone top and hot pants, her feet barely fitting into her glittering, impractical heels, Mrs. Longstreet would embark on her morning shopping trip. As this Suburban Gypsy Rose Lee strutted down the frozen food aisle for her big number, her flesh sagged like a flag at half-mast.
Aging has got to be OK; we have no choice. We hope for the day when women and men are not devalued for not being young, when they don't feel impelled to "fix" their faces as a hedge against invisibility.
By the end of the summer of 2012, I was 28 years old, and the closest thing I'd ever had to a steady job was working as a fetish escort. I refused to move out of the house I grew up in. I hadn't managed to keep a single relationship (friendship or otherwise) that hadn't fizzled.
If you grow up with a negative attitude, are abusive to others, complain about everything, and are never thankful for the blessings in your life, then you probably are going to be a grumpy, mean 'ole cuss.
It isn't always easy getting older. But this is not the time to simply give up, give in and hide away in fear. On the contrary, this is probably the most important time for you to rise up and stare those fears down.
Every Generation makes its mark, regardless of size or place in history. Accomplishment, discovery, invention, and innovation are happening every minute of every day, year after year, generation after generation.
We can easily end up spending the last half of our lives wrestling with the paradox of "How old I am isn't how old I feel!" I believe this internal conversation about "How old I am" versus "How old I feel" serves a purpose.